Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 258 Killing the Monk

The air surged and roared, and flesh and blood burst forth.

A visible ripple in the air, like a monstrous wave, swept outwards, carrying fragments of blood and bones.

Amidst the overwhelming fishy smell, there was a strong sandalwood fragrance.

Everyone hurriedly waved their arms to block the splashing dark red filth, their eyes still lingering with the horrific and brutal scene from before—

A dignified golden-bodied Arhat, at the moment of fist-palm collision, travels upwards along the palm, through the wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, and shoulder...

They swept through everything in their path, leaving blood and flesh splattered and bones shattered!

All his power and bravery, like his left arm, were utterly destroyed at this moment, leaving him with no semblance of his former self!
"Zizzizi~"

Heavy blood splattered on the ground, seeping into the earth and emitting wisps of smoke, quickly forming large areas of pitted holes.

"what--!!"

Only then did the monk Deyun belatedly realize what was happening, letting out a shrill scream, like the wailing of a night owl, which was particularly piercing.

His body, which was five or six zhang tall, staggered backward several steps, his right shoulder was a bloody mess, and below that it was empty, just like Wu Song.

In this straightforward and unpretentious clash, Liu Sheng's talent ultimately prevailed.

He bridged the insurmountable gap between martial artists and Qi cultivators, crushing his opponent.

"Impossible! How could Master Deyun...lose?"

"Within the Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation, the master's power is equivalent to the combined power of all the monks. Even a Qi cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation might not be able to withstand it..."

"Could this child be someone who has entered the Dao?"

The scattered crowd stood frozen in place, dumbfounded. Once they came to their senses, they erupted into a flurry of discussion.

The reversal of events was so dramatic that it shattered their worldview.

To know……

The monk Deyun, who used the secret technique, was five or six zhang tall, equivalent to the height of a five or six-story building, and had an arm that was nearly four zhang long and as thick as a tree.

In comparison, Liu Sheng is six feet tall, nearly ten times shorter, and looks as small as an ant in front of the monk Deyun.

He had previously tried to shake a tree with his fists and palms, much like an ant trying to move a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the "tree" and the "chariot" that were shattered!
But this "ant" or "mantis" remained standing perfectly still, with only most of its body submerged in the ground.

"This kid... is he really my disciple?"

Wu Song loosened his grip on the knife hilt, his eyes widening like copper bells, almost dropping his jaw in astonishment.

He had only taken Liu Sheng under his wing for a few months, and apart from teaching him personally for a few days at the beginning, he had left him to his own devices afterward.

Unexpectedly, this kid has grown to this level; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is "unprecedented and unparalleled."

Previously, he estimated Liu Sheng's aptitude to be at the genius level, but now it seems that it needs to be raised a level to the peerless level!

Even higher!

At least he, as the master, wasn't necessarily able to suppress a Qi Refining cultivator when he was in the True Form Realm.

Especially for a Qi Refiner like Monk Deyun, whose combat power has increased dramatically after being empowered by the great formation.

The only one who remained calm was Du Bingyan.

After witnessing Lei Niu's transformation easily crush Lei Zhong and Lie Kong Que's transformation luring and killing Huo Ya, she was filled with confidence in Liu Sheng.

It's just a bluffing old bald monk, nothing special, what's the big deal?

Anyway, no matter how bizarre something is, it's normal for it to happen to him.

"Whoo~"

At the same time, Liu Sheng swallowed the blood in his mouth, slowly exhaled a foul odor, and his face turned slightly pale.

Monk Deyun, after all, was an elder of Fuhu Temple. With the blessing of the Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation and the use of secret techniques, he condensed into a golden Arhat. His combat power had soared to the peak of the Dao.

He is on a completely different level from Liu Sheng.

Despite Liu Sheng's various enhancements and the cleansing of his marrow with the sweet dew of the willow branch, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great. In the head-on clash, his internal organs were shaken, and he was injured. Moreover, his physical strength, essence, and true energy were greatly depleted.

Fortunately, his "Standing on the Ground" talent activated, allowing him to continuously draw energy from the earth beneath his feet, replenishing his physical strength and vitality.

However, his injuries showed no improvement, especially the dislocation of his internal organs, which made it difficult for him to cultivate true strength.

With a thought, he pushed off the ground, his body emerging from the earth. A few hairs fell out and burned as a small fire in the pit beneath his feet.

Talent: Fire Feather Darts!

Talent: Fire Spirit!
In an instant, a surge of vitality flowed from the soles of my feet, coursing through my limbs and bones, and finally returning to my internal organs.

In an instant, a continuous stream of vital energy from the five internal organs burst forth, resonating and radiating light, clearing blockages and restoring balance, allowing the injury to heal rapidly.

"Where there is fire and earth, as long as I am not blown to pieces in one hit, my endurance is unmatched. I can even kill someone with a simple scraping motion."

Liu Sheng was in a great mood. He looked up and saw the monk Deyun holding a mudra in his left hand and chanting incantations.

Strands of shimmering light were drawn from the monk behind him, converging into his right shoulder and condensing into a cocoon of light.

A brand new right arm grew out of the cocoon at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The price was the lives of three monks from Fuhu Temple. They died silently, their bodies reduced to ashes.

Eight monks remain.

The power of the Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation has decreased again!
"Ha ha ha ha--"

Liu Sheng burst into laughter, his voice booming like a great bell, and pointed his halberd diagonally at the monk Deyun, scoffing:

"Bald monk, Buddha once sacrificed himself to serve an eagle, and Venerable Tiger Subduer also sacrificed himself to serve a tiger!"
Yet you use the lives of your disciples as fuel, gather their strength, spread your own wounds, harm others for your own benefit. Where is the slightest bit of Buddhist compassion in you?

What kind of Buddhism are you practicing?
"Young master, you're not a monk at all; you're clearly a demon in a monk's robe!"

Having said that, the others rushed forward, swinging and slashing with their halberds, creating a series of afterimages that enveloped the monk's body and attacked various joints in his legs and feet.

In an instant, it seemed as if a black tiger rushed in, and soon it was close by, pouncing and striking, with a foul stench and a chilling murderous intent.

The final blow went straight for the heart of the matter, grabbing at the perineum, aiming to kill this "Golden Arhat" and make him childless.

"This kid has mastered the one skill and three techniques passed down to him to the highest level, and he's no less skilled than me..."

Wu Song muttered to himself, but before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively cried out:

"it is good!"

However, Liu Sheng's previous moves, which seemed fierce and violent, were actually just feints.

After tricking the monk Deyun into moving, he moved with lightning speed and pounced on the eight martial monks of Fuhu Temple behind him!
"Roar!"

He let out a tiger's roar, a sound like thunder, which made the monks' vision go black, blood spurt from their seven orifices, their muscles and bones go weak, and their true energy dissipate.

At that moment, he pounced forward, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, his ten fingers spread wide like a tiger clamping a sheep, grabbing a monk by the neck.

Black and white energy surged in his palm, and with a burst of true power, it penetrated his throat and cervical vertebrae, like a razor cutting across.

"呲~"

The next moment, the monk's neck skin split open, blood spurted out, and his bald head fell to the ground with a thud.

"What a scoundrel... Pfft!"

A nearby monk recovered his senses, swung his copper staff, unleashed his inner strength, and shouted fiercely.

But before he could utter a single word, Liu Sheng's arm had already wrapped around the stick.

Like a venomous python writhing, with a "crack," it snapped the copper rod in two, and five fingers gripped down, pinning its forehead—

"Click~"

His head shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)